Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 08:53:00 +0200
From: A.K.
Subject: The Inheritance 4/9 (beginnings)
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THE INHERITANCE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on December 9, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Bob
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USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE INHERITANCE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.
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FOURTH TAPE
Sunday morning we woke up late. It was the first time I slept in the
same bed with somebody, and I felt agreeable waking up at contact with a
warm and beautiful body. It was a sweet intimacy that I had never felt
before. Before getting up we caressed and kissed for a while, but
without starting again making love, just to enjoy that agreeable
closeness.
Lorenzo told me that I had made a sensational impression on his two
friends, Claudio and Dario and asked me if I liked them.
I answered I did, then asked, "Have you already made love with them?"
"Yes, sure."
"How are they?"
"Agreeable, both of them."
"Top or bottom?"
"Claudio is a bottom, Dario is versatile. Would you like trying it with
them?"
"Well, I think I would."
"If you want, next time we can invite one of them to come here with us."
"Why not both of them?"
"I think that even though they are good friends, they wouldn't like
doing it together."
"Then we can invite one time one of them, and another time another
one..."
"With whom would you like to try first?"
"I don't care. But would they like doing a threesome?"
"I think they would. So then, can we invite Claudio for the next
Saturday?"
"Yes, alright." I said, anticipating the encounter.
We got up. We listened to some music while Lorenzo was making the model
of a building for the university, and I was looking at his work,
fascinated. Then Lorenzo went to prepare lunch. He was skilled as a cook
and we ate well. He then asked me if I wanted to look at a gay movie and
put in the video-player a French movie. I looked at it enchanted - I
would never have thought it could exist such kind of movies with plenty
of handsome boys who had sex all naked and in all ways.
I was very excited and, without thinking I started to caress between my
legs. Lorenzo let me do without saying anything but after a while I
became aware he too had a hard-on, so I moved my hand from my fly to
his, and started to caress him there.
"They are beautiful, aren't they?" Lorenzo said without moving his eyes
from the little screen, "I think I've seen this movie ten times, but it
always arouses me."
"Yes, they are really beautiful. And I also like the story."
"Can you understand French?"
"Only a little here and there but enough to understand the story."
Lorenzo knelt between my legs and brushed his face on my swollen basket.
"But so you can't look at the movie..." I said.
"I know it. I prefer looking at something more real and immediate..." he
said starting to open my trousers.
I spread my legs and pushed forward my pelvis to facilitate him at his
work, while continuing to look at the scenes displayed on the little
screen. I felt him busy and finally felt his hands on my swollen
genitals. Soon I also felt his lips and tongue on them. It was really
great looking at those scenes and at the same time feeling those
sensations. I felt my tool become hard as never before.
Lorenzo didn't want me to cum yet therefore each time he sensed I was
almost ready to come, he slowed down making my excitement subside a
little then started again giving me pleasure. It really was a mixed
blessing. At times I glanced down at my groin and liked seeing my bird,
hard and wet with saliva slipping in and out between the tight lips of
my friend, lover and teacher... but I then soon went back to contemplate
the erotic story developing on the TV screen.
The movie ended then Lorenzo slipped me out of my trousers and raising
my legs started to carefully wet with his saliva between my buttocks. So
nicely preparing my hole while he was freeing himself of his trousers
and briefs. I was all of a shudder but when we both were ready, instead
of taking me in that position, Lorenzo sat on the armchair in front and
told me to go and sit on his lap.
He made me sit so that I was facing him, leaning my well spread thighs
on the arms of the chair and leaving my legs dangling down at the sides.
He then guided me while holding his penis straight upwards and I slipped
onto it. Putting my hands behind me onto the arms of the armchair, I let
myself go slowly down while enjoying that unusual penetration. While I
was lowering my pelvis, his firm and quivering meat column gradually
wedged inside me. He then started to caress me with one hand while with
the other he was teasing my nipples.
"It's way too good, Lorenzo..." I sighed when I was aware I had taken
all of it inside me.
I started to move up and down, but he told me to keep still. He put my
arms around his neck so that I could raise my body a little, then
started to give strong pushes up. With each of his strokes, my bird was
jumping up and down and my testicles were slapping against his hairy
groin. It was really great. We were looking into each other's eyes and
they were brightened by a smile filled with pleasure.
"I would never get tired of making love with you..." I said.
"Me neither, Stefano. I really like you a lot." he answered, going on to
vigorously move up and down inside me.
"What do you like best, about me?"
"The joy with which you make love. And of me?" he asked.
"Your vigour and tenderness, and how you are able to make these magic
moments last for a long time; and also your smile, your body..."
"Nothing more?" he jested.
"Yes, also your beautiful bird that when is at rest is just a dozen
centimetres, but when is in action has to be at least twenty centimetres
long!"
"You really like it?"
"Yes, very much, also how you use it."
"I too like your bird... I like having it in my mouth."
These speeches were exciting us and adding pleasure at the already
pleasurable union of our bodies.
"Do you feel it, Stefano? How it tosses inside you?"
"Yes, and I love it."
"Do you regret I don't let you put yours in my back?"
"Well... not so much, even though I would like to..."
"Anyway... I suck you afterwards..."
"I know and I like to go crazy coming in your throat..."
"I too love sucking it very much, do you know?"
"Yes, I know. That's why I feel good with you in spite you don't let me
take your ass."
"You are a really handsome boy, Stefano."
"I'm your boy!"
"Yes, you are mine!" he said, giving his ramrod strokes upwards and
making me jump at each push.
"If my schoolmates or your colleagues could see us now..." I said at one
point, with an amused giggle.
"Many of them would queue to have their turn..." he answered with a
smile.
"Why, do you think that in our school there are many gay people?"
"No, not that. But several would be converted seeing how good it is!" he
said.
"Is there some other of your students you like?"
"No, nobody as much as I like you." he answered.
He went on for a long time and I was admiring his endurance. But at last
he was no more able to control himself and started to give disordered
and vigorous pushes. I liked seeing the symptoms of a more and more
intense pleasure appearing on his face and seeing the progress of his
enjoyment. Seeing his smile become more and more ecstatic, his
expression more intense until I finally saw him reach the top of his
orgasm and felt him unloading himself inside me while his expression
became gradually sweeter, relaxed and an infinite bliss was spreading on
his face.
He then made me get up placing my knees on the arms of the armchair
until my bird was before his mouth and so it was my turn to experience
the same emotions I had just seen pass by one after the other in him.
Finally I too unloaded while moaning aloud all my intense pleasure that
he had kept aroused for much more than an hour. I sat again on his lap
and we tightly embraced and gently kissed again for a long time.
"Are you happy, Stefano?"
"Yes... for the moment." I said with a cunning and provocative
expression then added, "But before going back home, this evening, I want
to make love again."
"Why don't you stop again to sleep here with me?"
"No, I want also spend some time with Domenico. I don't want to leave
him alone too much."
"But you spend with him all the week!" Lorenzo protested pretending to
be sulking.
"It's true, I spend less time with you... but they are much more intense
hours. He needs some company..."
Lorenzo didn't insist and I was grateful for that. We spent the
afternoon in merriment then, about one hour before I had to leave, we
went on his bed to again make love. I really would never get tired of
making love with him even though I couldn't fulfil my desire to
penetrate him.
When I went back home, I found that Domenico had arrived only a short
time before. As usual, we chatted - I really enjoyed being with him. In
spite of our age difference we were getting along nicely, mainly and
above all thank to his remarkable open mindedness. I could feel he
deeply respected me and I thought it was a pity he couldn't have
children - he would have been a very good father. I felt grateful he
wanted me as his adopted son. After all an adopted son is almost more
than a natural son. In fact one has to keep as a natural son what nature
or destiny gave you, while you have accepted and chosen an adopted son
for what he is.
I got my driving license and Domenico decided to buy me a car so that I
could be independent. - A second hand but almost new and very well kept
Lancia Y 10 we went to choose together. I was continued helping him in
his shop and I was starting to understand what constituted the
antiquarian and restorer's jobs. Also at school I was proceeding fairly
well and found the study and work load not too heavy.
With Lorenzo everything was proceeding in a fine way. At school he
appeared friendly with everybody and he was treaded with familiarity, so
that it was not difficult to be in the classroom with him and not have
the others suspect our relationship and without the need to wear a mask.
We invited Claudio to come to have a threesome with us, and he at once
accepted. Claudio loved being a bottom so I could at last have again
that kind of pleasure. I loved to penetrate Claudio while Lorenzo also
penetrated me or to be penetrated by Lorenzo while Claudio gave me a
blowjob. Claudio was a likeable man and had an agreeable body even
though he was somewhat more hairy than I would have liked. Some days
later we invited Dario to join us. I possibly liked Dario a little more
than Claudio as he was livelier and also physically more agreeable, but
I always preferred Lorenzo the most.
Dario told me he had only understood he was gay just six years before,
that is when he was twenty-two. He had just started to work as a theatre
make-up artist but this has nothing to do with his first experience. His
father had met an old mate from the times of his army service. He had
invited him to their place, telling him to sleep in Dario's room in the
bed where his elder brother had slept before his recent marriage.
His father's friend, a man of forty-six, one night woke Dario up...
sucking his bird! Dario was deeply troubled by that fact because he
didn't expect such a thing, but even more because he had enjoyed it very
much. He had already had two or three sexual experiences with girls but
he had only got a moderate pleasure but, to his great surprise, nothing
compared to the pleasure the man had given him that night. So when on
the following night the man returned to the charge, Dario had welcomed
him almost with desire. When then the man tried to penetrate him, after
some resistance more out of fear than for not wanting it, Dario
discovered a new source of pleasure that he enjoyed very much.
So, after that man went away, Dario didn't wait even a week and started
to look for other men, and he found his first sexual mates right in the
milieu of shows. He also experienced the pleasure of being a top. After
these experiences he never again had had sex with a woman - he had
clearly understood his preference for men.
So, Lorenzo and I started to have at times some threesomes, although we
usually made love just the two of us. Thinking back now to that period,
I think that what really tied us was more a strong liking with a mutual
affection but not really love. In fact we never talked about love and we
never said that word. Even though at times we enjoyed having a third
friend with us, we considered ourselves almost like a steady couple, I
was his boyfriend and he was mine.
When I was sleeping at Lorenzo's, Domenico was convinced I was spending
the night with a girl, but he never inquired about it. He also stopped
asking me if I had with me the condoms and if I did not forget to use
them. We discussed politics, the economy, my studies, the shop work or
something we had read in the newspapers or seen on the TV. He was a
really cultivated man though self-made. In fact he had stopped studying
to get a diploma from a professional school for dental technicians, a
job he had never practiced.
But he had read a lot and at home he had a beautiful library full of
fine books about the history of the arts, history of furniture, interior
decoration and antique trade. I too gradually started to take profit
from his library to read those useful and interesting volumes. Anyway
his hobby remained to go fishing and I often went with him to fish,
mainly when Lorenzo was going to spend a weekend in his village with his
family.
The tribunal accepted the adoption application and after we completed
all the remaining paperwork I finally became, officially and legally,
the adopted son of Domenico. I felt unable to call him "Dad", both
because I was already grown up and moreover my dad was still alive; but
Domenico never asked or demanded that I call him that. The affection
binding us was anyway very close and similar to that that exists between
a father and a son. Also Tina had somewhat of a maternal attitude
towards me and this pleased me.
One Sunday I was on the mountains fishing with Domenico and while he was
angling I went around for a stroll beside the river down to the valley.
When I was returning I saw his cap floating on the stream. I suddenly
felt a terrible fear that something bad had happened him and ran
headlong towards the point where I had left him. I couldn't see him and
was literally overcome with fear. He saw me coming, pale and with my
eyes popping out of my head!
Troubled he asked me, "What's up, Stefano?"
I turned and saw him - he was smiling and I let go a big sigh of relief.
"I was afraid something happened to you!"
"But why?"
"I saw your cap floating down in the stream..."
"Ah, I see. I couldn't see where I put it and was just looking for it.
It has fallen in the river, then."
"I was so scared, Domenico!"
"I can see it. Bt no, nothing happened. How you can see I'm fine."
"Yes, thank God!" I said, still somewhat shaken.
Domenico looked at me, "So, Stefano, you care so much about me?"
I looked at him almost offended, "What! Did you doubt it?"
"No, no... But I've pleasure in hearing of it. You really are a son to
me, the son that I so long desired and never had..."
"It's a pity you couldn't have children, Domenico. You would have been a
wonderful father..."
Domenico smiled, put down his fishing rod, came near me and in silence
embraced me for some minutes. Then, always in silence, he let me be and
went back to fish again.
In the evening, back home, Domenico wanted to talk again with me about
the fear I had felt in the afternoon.
"Stefano, sooner or later I will die. I'm an old man..."
"But you are just sixty-seven..."
"Nearly sixty-eight... almost seventy."
"You can still live some tens of years."
"Or just a few days, who knows!"
"This is true for me too."
"Sure, but you are still young. I really think I will get to that day
before you do. You have to think about it, to be prepared."
"What is the sense in thinking about death?"
"Of course there is a sense - death is part of life, just like birth. I
am not afraid of death, Stefano. When it will come... it will come. All
summed up I have not had a bad life. At this point each day I live, it's
a kind of gift. Moreover I now have you so I'm even more serene. All the
work of my life will not be wasted because now it will be useful to you.
So when the moment will come I can go peacefully, thanks to you."
"I hope it will happen as late as possible, Domenico."
"Soon or late, it will anyway be good."
I admired the serenity with which he faced the thought of death and was
living his life. That man had very much to teach me. He was for me much
more than a father.
What astonished me most about Domenico was the fact he didn't have any
friends. I could not understand why a man like him had not a life full
of friends. So one day I asked him.
"I don't know. It could be because I demand too much from a friend.
Possibly because I'm not able to accept a friendship based only on a
futile chit-chat. Probably because, even if at times I can also feel
lonely, before having you I loved solitude rather than being in company
of superficial and empty people. I never avoided friendship it was just
that they never lasted or perhaps they never really started..."
"I had dear friends, at the village..."
"At the village is different. This is possibly also the effect of the
big town... I don't know. Anyway I don't regret not having friends,
believe me. Anselmo is what I have closer to a friend."
"Why hasn't Anselmo married? He is now thirty-six..."
"He is a loner like me. This is why, I think, we fit so well together.
Moreover... I don't know, but... but I think that Anselmo is not
attracted to women."
"Do you mean he is homosexual?"
"This... I don't know. It could be even though I never saw him with a
man. Anyway his sexual preferences are not my business."
"What do you think about homosexuality, Domenico?" I then asked him,
taking profit of that conversation.
"What should I think of it? I think, just as I said, that the sexuality
of other people is not my business nor should it be my business."
"Not even if it was your son to be homosexual?" I asked him, trying to
make him express a judgement.
"I really think so. If you were so, I would have no problem at all..."
I felt tempted to tell him about me, and was about to do it when he
added, "Nobody has to answer for his sexuality to the others. It is the
most personal and private aspect of a human being. If I had a daughter I
would never ask her if she screws or with whom or how and how much. I
would only make her understand that sexuality is such an important thing
that one should use it in a proper way, not light-heartedly. Thus, your
sexuality is not my business, Stefano. It belongs only to you. The only
thing I can tell you, is to live it in the most honest way possible..."
So I didn't tell him about me or about Lorenzo and me. On the contrary,
I often talked with Lorenzo about Domenico.
Summer came. In July I had passed the admission test to the third year
of the high school of Arts with a score of 6.25/10.
We went again to the seaside villa that summer. After just a few days on
the Riviera I met Brad, an Australian boy of nineteen who was touring
Europe with his tent. He came to the villa with a jerry can in his hand
to ask if he could have some drinkable water. He was wearing just
Speedos, a tank top, and plastic sandals. He had a fine body, dark blond
hair, blue-grey eyes... and his Speedos were well filled in front...
I took him to the water tap behind the garage and he started to fill his
can. I looked at him and he looked at me.
"How old are you?" he asked me.
"Nineteen."
"Like me. Are you a student or do you work?"
"Both of them, I study and work." I answered.
"And how do you find the time to make love?" he asked me.
I smiled and told him I found it anyway in the weekends.
He said, "It wouldn't be enough for me. It's already four days that I
have had no sex and I already feel filled with desire..."
"Four days? An Italian girl?" I asked him.
He looked straight in my eyes and answered, "French. I was in France
four days ago. I've not yet had sex here in Italy. I've heard that you
Italians are really hot. Is it so?"
I couldn't understand if that was a proposal or not. Judging from how he
was looking at me it could be, but I wasn't sure.
I then answered, "I think I'm rather hot. I like having sex a lot."
"Ah, really? I too like that a lot. Do you have any prejudices?"
Now the question was quite direct.
"No, no prejudices. Sex is sex, in any way." I answered looking again at
him from head to toe, then added, "I would like to see how an Australian
boy does it..."
"Are you alone at home?"
"No, there are the Tina and Domenico..."
"So, then, why don't you come to my tent? It's not far from here..."
"Alright." I said, feeling already aroused.
Brad took his filled can and I followed him. He had a nice blue and
green tent, an igloo shaped super-light model. He put the can in the
shadow then opened the tent making me a sign to enter. I took off my
moccasins and entered, bare feet. He came in after me and carefully
closed the zipper. I sat down on the airbed. He was near me and gently
pushed me on the chest to lie down, then opened my shirt. I was wearing
nothing under it, so he bent over me and started to kiss my chest and
belly and to suck my nipples while his hand leaned on my swollen fly.
He opened my belt and trousers. I arched up my back raising the pelvis
so he lowered my trousers and briefs together in just one push thus
freeing my bird which jumped up straight and hard. He caressed it but,
contrary to what I was expecting, didn't touch it with his lips. He
quickly undressed himself, freed me from my clothes and crouched astride
my thighs. He started to massage all the body in a way that was at once
relaxing and arousing, so that my erection didn't subside. He was really
skilled and I let him go on, enjoying the feelings he was giving me.
When, instinctively, I tried to caress him, he told me to keep still,
not to move.
"It's not so easy..." I said, "I'm terribly aroused."
He smiled. "I know; I can see it. When I've brought you at the right
point, I'll tell you what to do. Now let me do, and do nothing."
I was looking at his big and beautiful circumcised member, standing up
hard towards the navel, almost adhering to his flat and sound belly. He
went on giving me that erotic massage, making me more and more turned
on. It was almost as he was moulding my body, including my genitals. His
eyes were telling me he liked my body. His hands were skilled and expert
and he was able to discover all my erogenous points, drawing from them
the maximum of pleasure. I was terribly excited and it was becoming more
and more difficult for me to keep still. Brad went on. Even when he was
massaging my hands and feet he was giving me sharp erotic feelings. I
was all on fire. I wanted to touch him; I "had" to touch him!
He finally stopped, took a small glass jar, opened it, with a finger
extracted some lubricating gel e spread it between his buttocks. Then he
took a small envelope, tore it open and slipped a condom on my member
that was in fire. He then lay on his belly near me.
"Fuck me, now!" he said.
I rolled over on top of him, put my leg between his, making them spread,
and, almost with a sense of urgency, I dived into him slipping all
inside him in just one stroke and weighting on him with all my body. I
kept him tightly embraced against my chest and, making leverage on my
knees, started to fuck him with a set of strong and passionate strokes.
All the while I was licking his neck, his ears gently biting the lobes.
I was feeling wild as I had never before felt. All the energy he had
skilfully accumulated in me, was now being freed in that coupling full
of ardour.
"Yeah, so... you're great..." he moaned excited, evidently enjoying my
assaults.
He was slightly rotating his pelvis, making his anus throb, and pushed
upwards his small and firm buttocks at each of my lunges. I could feel
the sweat between my chest and my belly and his back and even this
feeling was agreeable.
I was panting and at my panting was echoing his panting; his clear
enjoyment was making mine increase.
"Go on... go on... so... harder..." he spurred me, with a hoarse voice.
"I like you..." I said, panting stronger.
"I like you too..."
As excitation was strengthening in him and in me, I was pushing myself
in him with all my energies. When Brad felt that my orgasm was about to
explode, he turned his head towards mine and asked me to kiss him. Our
mouth met, our tongues rummaged one against the other and I felt my
vigour increase and threw myself in a wild ride until a jet matched each
of my lunges and emptied myself inside him moaning aloud all my passion
and my enjoyment. It was a very strong, shaking orgasm.
I went on moving inside him with a vigorous in and out but gradually
less strong, until I let myself lie inert on his body and our mouth
parted. Little by little our difficult breathing calmed down and my bird
started to withdraw from that warm and tight channel that up to then it
had invaded and dominated. I slipped at his side and made him turn.
"I'll make you too enjoy yourself now..." I said.
He smiled, "I already came... You really have been great! You Italian
men are really hot. You really fucked me exactly how I've always
dreamed. You've been great..."
"That's you who charged me as it should be done..." I said him, giving
praise where praise is due.
"Yes, but many rapidly run down ... Not you!"
"Don't you like being a top? Or to give blow jobs?"
"No, I like how we just did. Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Oh yes, very much. You are able to give a massage... and also to move
your little ass in a way that is a real turn-on!"
"I know. I'm the masseur of my college's rugby team and, after my
massages, several of the athletes enjoy massaging my ass exactly as you
just did. But only a few of them have your endurance, just a couple of
them."
"You mean that all the athlete of the team in your college are gay?" I
asked, amazed.
"Oh no, just three of them. But almost none of them draw back when they
can give me a good fuck, as long as nobody knows about it. Almost all of
them have a girlfriend but they willingly do it also with me. Also
because the girls often don't let their boyfriends fuck them, the boys
are usually horny."
"I see. But your massages would make horny even a dead man!"
Brad camped close to our villa for a dozen more days, so I went to see
him almost every day. It was Brad who explained to me the importance of
using a condom also between boys, so after that I always wore it. I had
sex with Brad always in the same way as the first time, and yet I never
felt fed up with it.
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CONTINUES IN TAPE 5
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